I Have 30 Billion More Cards

urgent matter.

Let's deal with the New York Times first.

He decided to meet the reporter first

Ball was called to the editor's office again.

"Editor-in-Chief"

"you find me"

The Polnew article has not yet been written, and he does not know what the editor-in-chief is looking for himself.

"I have something here,."

"You help me run to [-] Eleventh Avenue."

"Leave it to the master there."

The editor-in-chief did not lift his head, and handed him a task directly.

Bohr wanted to say that he had not finished writing his manuscript, but the editor-in-chief had lowered his head,

Ignore him again.

He could only take things, thinking that Eleventh Avenue was not far away, and if he went and returned quickly, it would not take half an hour.

Bol was driving.

Soon I came to Eleventh Avenue and found No. [-] along the house number.

He knocked on the door.

Someone came out and opened the door.

"I'm here to deliver something."

Bol was not ready to go in, he wanted to hand over what he took to the other party.

But the person who opened the door didn't answer.

"Please come in."

"Someone wants to see you."

The man said something, and then led the way without looking back.

Bol's things were not handed over, so he could only follow.

The man took Pol into the living room and asked him to sit down: and then the man went out.

Bol looked at the empty hall, feeling a little uneasy, and then he regretted that he should not have promised the editor-in-chief to come here.

I don't know how long it took, when a footstep came, and someone walked into the living room.

Bol looked up, and he was stunned.

"how"

"don't know me"

The person who came in was Marty, and he asked the editor-in-chief to let the reporter who was preparing to report come here.

"Lord Marty"

"Why are you here"

Now, of course, Bol knew that he had been deceived. He didn't expect the editor-in-chief and this... Marty Ron to be on the same page.

"It doesn't matter where I am."

"It's important."

"How did you get my picture"

Marty narrowed his eyes with a hint of coldness in them.

"Feel sorry!"

"I don't want to say it."

Bol wasn't going to tell Marty.

"I actually have a thousand ways for you to tell me."

"but."

"I chose the most direct, easiest and easiest way."

Marty handed over a check.

Bol only glanced at it, breathing hard.

A check for half a million dollars.

"You just tell me."

"Just stop reporting this."